Mo Suxue spoke with utter calm, yet every word drew blood. Han Xiu and Han Cheng were left unable to refute her, and she had struck straight at the sore spot of the two siblings.
Han Xiu was rendered speechless for a moment, trembling all over with rage as she pointed at Mo Suxue. Her "you, you" went on and on, yet she could not force out a single complete sentence.
Han Cheng, meanwhile, said coldly, "You're at death's door, yet you still dare to talk tough!"
"Kill them both! Brother, kill them both for me!" Han Xiu said in a frenzy. "Mo Suxue, you'll soon learn how the word 'death' is written!"
Han Cheng felt helpless. He had originally wanted to lay hands on Mo Suxue's alluring, delicate body, but he also knew that his younger sister had now risen like a phoenix, and such thoughts could no longer be entertained.
He could only harden his heart and say viciously, "Mo Suxue, and you, brat with the ten-star talent—go die!"
Now that he mentioned Yang Chen's ten-star talent again, his words were laden with mockery.
He did not take it seriously at all. To him, killing Yang Chen and Mo Suxue was no more difficult than crushing two ants of different sizes beneath his foot.
Yang Chen's ten-star talent had always gnawed at Han Cheng's heart. It was precisely because of his inferiority that he kept bringing it up. He wanted Yang Chen to understand that talent alone was not enough—one also needed strength.
As he spoke, Han Cheng's killing intent had already stirred. True energy swept forth as he forcibly pressed down with the power of the Spirit Disk Stage, intending to kill Mo Suxue and Yang Chen.
Mo Suxue was somewhat frightened and instinctively took a step